A reporter and the thief he's investigating both fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Will he get his story or will he get his men?

Mac Macallister is obsessed. The online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves. Then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world.

When the mysterious Terrebone "collects" this beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?

Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing.

Available for pre-order at

Release Date:

May 10, 2016

Excerpt

Mac turned.
Trelain rocked what he guessed would be called a dressing gown. It was a long
robe, but more substantial than a bathrobe, and clearly made of silk. Far from
an English country-house paisley, this was in some watercolor print of aqua and
gold. I must be allergic to silk because, man, it is tough to breathe.
In that get-up, the person in front of him could be a woman, and a very
beautiful one at that. The face was a really handsome guy, but the golden hair
softened everything. Jeez, it played with his mind.

“Mac?”

Shit. He’d been
staring. “Yeah. Here’s the stuff.” He pulled the little bottle from his jacket
pocket where he’d stashed it in the restaurant.

Trelain took it
and walked toward the kitchen, putting the analgesic in his robe pocket. “Can’t
I tempt you with something more interesting than water? Some champagne,
perhaps?” He didn’t wait for an answer—just removed the foil on the bottle and
opened the cage with the precise six turns. Mac knew that piece of erudite
trivia from the story he’d done on champagne last year. Trelain applied a thumb
to the cork and, pop, it opened with the soft sound that indicated he
knew what he was doing and hadn’t damaged the wine. He poured into the sides of
two flutes and held one out to Mac. “Come sit.”

Trelain installed himself on the couch, set down his glass, pulled the little bottle from his pocket and opened it. He sniffed tentatively.

Mac laughed. “It won’t bite, I promise. Just drip some into your palm and then apply it to the area that hurts. I’d better get a washcloth so you can wipe clean afterward.”He walked to the kitchenette, found a clean towel, wet it then crossed to the chair. Trelain dropped a little of the blue liquid with the strong cinnamon
smell into his long, slender hand. He sniffed again, raised a leg onto the
couch, and uncovered himself up to his thigh. Shee-it. He’d seen his
parents’ feet and legs thousands of times, but this felt…intimate. Trelain’s
feet were heavily callused, the toes pushed together as only a true dancer’s
could be. And the leg? It looked more like something carved from marble than
from flesh. Sculpted, hard as stone.

Trelain began to run the scented liquid over the back of his calf and up onto his thigh. Jesus, he was playing patty-cake. “No, dig in. Really work it into the muscles.”

Trelain dug in for a couple of strokes but then pulled back his hands and shook them. Yeah,massaging marble couldn’t be easy. But crap, his leg hurt, and the magic blue stuff could help if he just did it right. Mac shook his head. “That’s not going to get the job done.”

“Sorry. I’m spoiled. I have a masseuse that travels with the company.”

In frustration, Mac rose and sat beside the man on the couch, handing him the damp towel. He grabbed the bottle from the table and dotted some of the warming liquid into his palm. “Here, let me.” He grabbed the dancer’s foot, pulled it into his lap, and began rubbing the carved muscle of Trelain’s leg with deep, penetrating
strokes. “Like this.” One stroke, and he knew this was not his father. In fact,
it was a hell of a mistake.

The beautiful head hit the back of the couch. “Chyort! That feels incredible.” Trelain moaned. Mac tried to pretend he didn’t feel the satin texture of that skin,
like silk over steel.

Mac cleared his throat. “You, uh, really have to dig in, this way.” Mac’s fingers pushed into hard muscle, the liquid warming his fingers. Yeah, it wasn’t his fingers he was worried about. Why was he doing this?

Trelain moaned luxuriously, his head moving back and forth against the couch. That wasn’t all that was moving. Holy shit. This wasn’t happening. The front of the silk robe rose like an expensive tent. Wasn’t the guy wearing any underwear under
that thing?

He felt like a damned snake charmer. He couldn’t look away or stop doing the thing making that serpent rise. He just kept rubbing. Trelain’s eyes stayed closed. Most guys would make a joke. He said nothing.

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

Agent Lucky Lucklighter and his partner escaped Mexico alive, only to plunge into bureaucratic fallout from their mission. Hell, maybe Lucky should have stayed south of the border. Especially when the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau places Bo into rehab, and Lucky’s facing both therapy and an inquiry into a fatal shooting. Watching over his shoulder for a vengeful drug lord or a cartel don calling in favors leaves him scarcely able to imagine a future for them as agents, or as a couple.

Bo Schollenberger once had a vision for their life together, but he’s bowed beneath the weight of his undercover work. Lucky’s hanging on by his deeply chewed fingernails, clinging to hope by making Bo’s dreams of a home into reality. The last thing he needs is a phone call from a dangerous man who knows too much, summoning him back to Mexico for “an early Christmas present.”

Not when the SNB brass asks tough questions, like “How well do you know your partner?”

This should have been a slam dunk review for me, but because I love the entire series so much, I had to refresh myself with a complete run-through of the first four books. I do love Bo and Lucky, and this fifth book really puts them through the ringer.

Jacob Shain is your average member of Generation Screwed. He has a boring internship, no cash flow, and a tiny NYC apartment he has to share with Ethan, his much-cooler, tattoo-artist twin brother. Not to mention his love life is DOA. At least, until his brother’s shop hires on a new piercer, and Jacob’s humdrum life takes a turn for the weird.

Cody Turner is gorgeous, funny and kind—everything Jacob wants in a boyfriend. Except for the way he refuses to talk about his past, or where he lives, or anything about his personal life.

When Ethan is arrested while on a mission of mercy, the reason Cody is so tight lipped comes to light. And while Jacob and Cody fight to understand the depth of their feelings for one another, the police dogs catch their scent. So does the local mob.

Now Jacob has to make the hardest choice of his life: stay safe like a good boy, or dive headfirst into a world he barely understands…and hope Cody is there to break his fall.

Product Warnings
Contains a good boy who wants to be bad, a bad boy who longs to be good, bodies that are canvases for living art and high-speed chases with police dogs.

Definitely an opposites attract situation, with Jacob as corporate uncool personified, and both his twin brother and his love interest as tats and free spirits. This is also an ensemble piece, as best friend Andi and the rest of the tattoo parlor crew, plus some others they accumulate on the way have parts to play in what is a fairly large book. New Adult for sure, as Jacob and Cody both have some growing to do, and definitely some changes to make in their outlooks and their ability to trust.

Snowed In is a wintery blend of frost, snow, and romance from eight of Torquere Press’ M/M authors.

Winter storms are dangerous, and in Celibate Cold by Lynn Townsend, Topher finds himself stranded in one when his car slides into a ditch. Alone and scared, he tries to walk home in the blizzard but ends up at Chase’s house, desperately in need of help.

Can an accident on Luke and Tom’s annual hike lead to them becoming more than good friends? Find out in Jessica Chase’s Falling for Love!

In This Winter’s Night by Kassandra Lea, Barry is devastated when he realizes he spends more time talking to his horses than his boyfriend—but that’s about change.

These snow angels have a devilish side! Huey and Tommy think their neighbor Marshall would be a naughty, fun addition to their snow day in Snow Angels by Leigh Ellwood.

In Snow Job by Logan Zachary, winter doesn’t always come with a chill—sometimes it’s smokin’ hot! For Lance and Leo, snowbound and icicles are about to take on whole new meanings.

Beau and Leon are two strangers on a chairlift. When Leon—the “experienced” skier—laughs at himself, Beau looks at him in a whole new light in Taking the Fall Line by Tray Ellis.

In Snowy Reunion by Emjay Haze, Steven wonders if he even has a boyfriend since Jonathan walked out after their last argument. But Jonathan surprises Steven during a ski trip and it just might save their relationship.

Seeking the elusive Yeti is Joel’s passion, but he finds more than he bargained for in Adventures of a Yeti Hunter by L.J. Hamlin.

I like anthologies: I get a tasting menu of styles and voices. Most of these authors are new to me.

*Celibate Cold (Lynn Townsend) was a nice choice for leading off the anthology. The story had a real reason for putting the strangers together, they had chemistry, and the whole was a nice hot adventure with a hopeful future. I last saw this author’s work in a short that showed a lot of imagination and this one was even better.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Happy St Patrick's Day! Come to Clancy's pub and tap your toes to the music. Hugh will bring you a beer and Steven and his friends will play you a tune. P.D. Singer has an excerpt from her story "O'Carolan's Seduction" for us.

A session wasn’t actually too bad, Hugh decided, though he’d have to wipe the music out of his brain later with a hefty dose of Beethoven. Musicians trickled in by ones and twos. Most of them seemed to know one another, calling greetings as they produced fiddles, guitars, flutes, and drums, joining in the music if they wandered in after the tune started.

“Where’s Lori?” every last one of them wanted to know, and Hugh felt a small pang for the camaraderie he wasn’t part of.

Still, the portly man with the mandolin produced a basket from some location only he knew and announced to the group, “Don’t forget the man behind the bar!”

Jace is a washed-up ex-boxer living with daily pain and bad judgment in boyfriends. Then his best friend Jeff reintroduces him to the gentle healing magician he used to work with.

Marco is everything Jace could want—and everything he can't trust himself not to break. Nobody has ever loved Jace, not properly. And Marco is so warm and caring and tenderhearted, he could have anyone. How could they possibly be together—even if Marco did have a crush on Jace all those years ago?

But not everything is as it seems, and there is darker magic at work than anyone has guessed so far. Trusting Marco is no longer the hardest thing in Jace's life…but rather, keeping him safe. No matter what it takes.

Heat level: low-medium

This story stands alone, but takes place in the same world as Jude's Magic, Magic for Lee, and Through the Window.

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This was another Bookbub find, so it’s been out for a bit, and since it’s in Kindle Unlimited, non-Amazon buyers don’t have access. Might as well tell you now, huh?

I’m on the fence about this story. I liked the premise, the ex-boxer and the magician, but the execution was off for me in several ways. Part of it was the characterization of Marco, a nice guy who’s been carrying a torch for the boxer since his days in the ring, but whose life has gone in other directions. As Jace encounters him, he’s a timid little rabbit of a guy, prone to bursting into tears and so anxious to please he becomes a doormat. There’s a reason for this, but it raises the questions of “what do you see in this guy?”

Jace, the POV character, alternated between annoying and admirable. He’s been living in pain from old boxing injuries, and he’s grown in character since then. He’s hesitant about getting involved with Marco and when he does, it’s with so much ambivalence that I really wanted to smack him.

The world and the conflicts the guys have twine together. This is a world of subtle magics and apparently no real restraints other than not getting caught. Placing curses is illegal, and the curse remover is a wealthy man. Basic precautions don’t exist.

This is a sweet story with next to no onstage sex, which is fine. Marco does talk about doing plenty of raw stuff with other people. I found this unsympathetic.

I have very mixed feelings about this story, I enjoyed some aspects, such as Jace’s decisive actions in resolving the major problem, something that wouldn’t have worked out the same with any other man, but I found other aspects annoying, such as Marco not really doing much beyond begging and sniveling. The plot was set up with a reason for this but the way it played out didn’t make Marco very appealing. That and certain ideas and situations that kept repeating (got it the first time, thanks) left me not enjoying this book as much as I had hoped to.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Some people know exactly who they are. As a matter of fact, some people can’t help being who they are even if it doesn’t fit into a conventional world. Other people struggle to figure out what that even means. Dan is the first. Billy is the second. Together, they are exactly what each one needs.

When a horrible roommate forces Dan—a theatre major and the apple of his family’s collective eye—to desperate measures, he turns to Billy to save him. What he doesn’t know is that Billy needs him just as much. Billy, the staunch, upright, gay Republican who has secrets of his own, is bowled over by the bright, forthright Dan, and finds himself inconveniently in love. Dan adores a man of conviction, and he’ll force himself to settle for friendship if he must…but as fate has it, things are about to change…

Excerpt

“Billy! Billy, boy!” It was that crazy freshman from one floor down. “Darlin’ Billy! I need your help.”

The guy threw himself at Billy, and if Billy hadn’t reached out and grabbed him, the kid would have hit the floor hard.

“Uh…what’s going on?”

The thought that the kid was cute, but a little overdone, flashed through Billy’s mind. Wait, Billy corrected, not my type.

“Yes, uh, Danny?”

“Dan. My name is Dan…not Danny.”

“Right, Dan. Uh, how can I help you?”

“I knew if I came to you and threw myself on your tender mercies you could not deny my plight.”

“What plight?”

Dan straightened up and plopped himself on the bed across from Billy’s.

“Billy, I need you to provide me safe shelter in these troubled times.”

“Because, dear Billy, I have found myself with the most dreadful creature on our good God’s green earth.”

“What’s that?”

“A hater.”

Author Bio

Heath Greenfield lives in Port Orange, Florida with family, assorted dogs, cats, and other animals. Having recently taken up gardening to meet with a food obsession and daydreams of urban farming, Heath binge watches documentaries on organic growing and hatches wild schemes to build garden boxes in his down time.

Alone, Andreas toils on a remote farmstead for a Spartan overlord. When a kryptes enters his world, Andreas fears for his life. The dread warriors stalk and kill helots—like Andreas' father—as part of their training.

Andreas sees only one way to save himself: he must tame the fearsome warrior.

But what began as self-preservation develops into attraction. Yearning for the company of someone other than his ferret, Ictis, Andreas decides to trust the Spartan warrior and risk the fate that claimed his father.

Born to rule by the sword, Theron sees the world as his and acts accordingly, taking everything Andreas offers and reaching for more. However, love between men in Sparta is considered shameful and requires either exile or suicide to redeem Sparta’s honor. Now, only the gods can save them from the terrible price Sparta extracts from men who desire other men.

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I have met Kayla Jameth with her historian hat on (in Alexios’ Men, currently out of print) and this author knows her stuff. Now Apollo is back, with new men who’ve attracted his attention.

Apollo is quite real, as are the rest of the pantheon, and attracting his attention can be a good thing. Or not. We’ll see how this shakes out long term, since this is a series and this is the first. Book 2 in on the TBR pile.

Right now, the god is paying intermittent attention to Theron, a Spartan warrior, or kryptes, and Andreas, a helot, or peasant. These two come from completely opposite ends of the social spectrum, and Andreas is only too aware that he’s fair game for Theron, who is allowed to kill helots for sport (and terrorism, frankly.) Finding some common ground just for a conversation takes some doing, because just attracting a kryptes’ attention can be fatal. Watching them sneak up on a dinner date is cute but fraught.

This is Sparta, so you need to check your preconceptions about ancient Greece, habits, ideas, and attitudes, especially toward same sex contact at the door. One of these city-states is not like the others, and Sparta absolutely shouldn’t be confused with Athens or Thebes. The author catches you up on the local mores with some front matter, and some longer back matter if you’re interested in such things. I am. I read every scrap.

These two have a lot to overcome in deciphering each other’s motives and desires, and nothing at all is easy for them. Theron has his own set of difficulties with his cohort of fellow warriors, plus the distrust that is nearly automatic between the helots and the warriors. Andreas never forgets that a kryptes killed his father, just because it was allowed, and because his father was the kind of big, strong man who could lead a peasant revolt.

So these two have a lot to overcome, both between each other and for lacking things we take nearly for granted in modern day. It’s nicely done, forward and back, forward, and back, and finally a little more forward, in that they find a way to be together, though their difficulties are probably going to escalate.

Ictis the ferret, companion and hunting helper to Andreas, provides some comic relief. Just don’t step on his tail!

Friday, March 11, 2016

Here's something a little different for me, an anthology with MM and FF tales.

Review Soon

This collection of revamped fairytales is certain to entice and excite your senses. From Cinderella to Red Riding Hood, Twisted Fables takes you on a journey through the many fairytale worlds with a sensual twist.

These twelve stories are penned by both seasoned scribes and new authors; the anthology provides readers with the perfect opportunity to explore offerings from their favorite storytellers as well as find a new favorite or two.

From The Dragon’s Gift by Angora Shade -- A single clawed digit pushes into my mouth, spreading my lips apart and caressing over the flat of my tongue. I create an O shape around it and curl the edges of my tongue around her finger. The tip of my tongue slides smoothly over her pointed tip as she withdraws, and I enjoy the light smacking sound our actions make from my suction once she’s left my mouth. My mind wanders as I imagine gliding in and out of multiple places… Extra long fingers reaching extra, extra deep… If this is really happening, I tell myself I cannot let her down.

In a world where gentlemen openly court and marry fellow noblemen, the threat of scandal still lurks behind every velvet drape for kings and princes. Such has been the fate for King Arend Tollemach, forced to sacrifice his heart on the altar of regal duty.

Now that his wife is dead and his royal obligations are at an end, he’s ready to take an unthinkable risk. King Arend seeks a concubine from Temple Sapphor, a secretive, gated world where he will finally shed his virginity—as least as it pertains to making love to a man.

Julian never thought he’d spend ten years on the temple shelf, passed over again and again. Just when he despairs of ever finding placement in a nobleman’s bed, Arend walks into the temple. A lonely eyed, beautiful king who could easily steal his heart.

Arend discovers he has no problem opening his bed to the exquisite concubine. The problem lies in finding the key to his long-shuttered heart.

Warning: Contains a beautiful, virgin king desperate to bed another man, a concubine who fantasizes about being claimed and revered by a strong monarch, and a sea of scandal set against a sensual, palatial backdrop.

I loved the concept of the virgin king and concubine. With the possibility of a transactional affection beoming real, I was all ready to follow along. However, having met the writing and the pacing of this story, I don’t think I’ll be getting to the payoff at the end of book two or possibly three.

This review was a long time coming, partly because of my own struggles, and partly because I had to offer the author the chance to have me not review. I haven’t heard back more than reasonable time, and I won’t sit on content forever, so… I will say I liked the style, which is a little on the purple side but well within my tolerance for fantasy and royalty. The whole was a throwback to a more formal era, and had charm. It aided the worldbuilding, which seemed fairly well-rounded. But...

Sunday, March 6, 2016

News and stuff. I think I have the hang of this blogging thing again, but it is a fair amount of work and I could use a hand. I try to have two reviews a week in addition to the other posts. Anyone interested in reviewing here, please contact me at CryselleC AT gmail DOT com and we'll talk. I'm still small fry and don't get that many books offered, but let's see if we can change that. I buy most of what I review, but you'll get equal chancies to read the offered books. I crosspost to Goodreads and Amazon, and you can too, just give the blog 24 hours lead time. Anyone who can discuss m/m romance and is willing to post at least twice a month, please read this and get in touch with me.

I also post the occasional guest review when a blog reader has a book that they feel really strongly about. Especially when they feel strongly and it's a genre I'm not good with. Eden Winters reviewed Strain by Amelia Gormley for me, and I'm glad she did, because it's a book I hesitated to read at first.

If you want a review, read here for what to do and read here for how I rate. I don't hand out a lot of 5s but I try to say something sensible. Self-pub welcome, but be sure you're playing on the same field with the m/m publishers. I've seen self-pub that makes Dreamspinner look like they're playing with crayons, and I've seen self-pub that looks like it was done with crayons. I will comment on which is which. This end of the publishing world has evolved a lot in the last few years and my expectations are higher now.

The sidebar is cluttered with dead links. If the site on the other end of the link hasn't been updated recently, I'll be pruning. Just as soon as I remember how. On the other hand, if you would like to be linked, and have fresh posts more or less regularly, let me know and I'll add you. Please add me back on yours. Cause we're all about the books here.

Thursdays I will post pictures that have a story to tell. If you have 100 to 1000 words to go with that picture, send it, I post it. Hundred word drabbles can be an art form. You don't have to be a published author if you get inspired like that. I've had ficlets from folks who don't call themselves authors but still wanted to play, which made me happy. If you have a new book out and send me the cover and blurb and links, I'll put that up with the story. If you have a snippet of a published work that goes with the picture, that works too. There's some really good reading here (use the tag "free read" to find them) with some yummy eye candy. (Please not total sex, I don't want to put up the adult content splash screen again)

If you have a snippet and have a pic that goes with it, send it all. I just did one from Kayla Jameth and have another coming up. Heck, if you have a picture that tells a story, send it, I'll credit you.

There will be periodic blog tour posts, sometimes with giveaways, I don't plan on more than once a week.

And lastly, I used to do a Goodreads Giveaways post with all the GLBT books currently running, but Goodreads has changed their formatting and it's easier to find everything in one place. Those posts take a lot of time, but if the demand is there, I can do them again. Yes? No?

Friday, March 4, 2016

Welcome, Iyana Jenna! I have a snippet of her latest, along with a giveaway, to share with you.

Where The Heart Belongs

Zach’s best friend and brother Drew left him feeling abandoned and lost. In
his lowest moment he is kidnapped and made a victim of a hate-crime committed by
a true Psycho.

After being rescued by the FBI as a surviving witness, he is placed under the
protection of FBI Agent Eugene Harris. Gradually, as Eugene gets to know Zach
something strange happens. Instead of being disgusted by what he has learned,
Eugene wants to comfort Zach.

Will Zach ever be able to accept that Drew is not coming back? Will Eugene
ever have the guts to tell Zach how he truly feels?

Read a bit:

“Come with me, Zach.”

"Hush..." Zach whispered. He wanted to treasure the moment as much as he could but it was him who pulled back first. “Let’s go,” he said harshly. “You will miss your bus.” His heart bled at how Drew stared at him in confusion, hurt in his eyes. But he knew he had to let go now or he would never be able to.

He helped Drew with his bags and grasped Drew’s jacket sleeve, hugging him tight and kissing him again, not caring who might be watching. Drew clung onto him just like he used to during those cold nights whenever they were alone in a motel room, and squeezed him for the last time, pulling back. Their eyes met.

“I’ll come back for you.”

Long after the bus was gone, Zach was still standing at the bus station, his heart heavy. Drew was his brother and his lover. Zach realized the unnatural nature of their relationship, but he couldn't bring himself to care. They only had each other in their lives.

About the author:

Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Welcome Kayla Jameth! I've been on a KJ kick, starting with From The Ashes, continuing with A Spartan Love, and my TBR pile has A Tested Love in it. That's coming soon! Next week! As you can tell, I liked those books.

This week, not only do we have a cute ferret for our prompt pic , but we have an extra scene from A Spartan Love, featuring that little scene stealer, Ictis the ferret.
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Wine and Ferrets

Disclaimer: This is a bonus scene not found in A Spartan Love. As such, it has not been edited and for all intents and purposes is a rough draft.

Theron hefted the full wineskin he had "acquired" as Andreas so carefully referred to his foraging. Both words were merely euphemisms for the theft that had kept him fed for years. But if that made Andreas more comfortable in his presence, so be it.

The wine would be his sole contribution tonight. But ever since Andreas had admitted he wouldn't be able to trade to replenish his stock until after the harvest, Theron had been looking for a chance to bring him some.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Something was missing: he drove home every weeknight to a quiet, empty house.

Jonathon West is a mailman afraid of dogs: he's an office mailroom supervisor, but a childhood attack left him nervous of man's best friend. The office charity committee nominates him to drop off a donation at the animal shelter, an act that takes all his courage. For his pains, openly-gay Jonathon is rewarded by meeting Dylan Pond, the most gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on. The connection is instant, and Jonathon finds himself drawn back to the animal shelter volunteer's eyes and arms.

Since promising himself he wouldn't date bratty young men, Jonathon's been lonely for too long. As Dylan and Jonathon fall for each other, the shelter gets an urgent call. Chemistry isn't enough without commitment. It's time for Jonathon to decide if he can put aside his fears and loneliness to embrace all he's offered.

Taking Shelter is a standalone gay romance with a HEA ending.

I’ve been entertaining myself with my new Kindle unlimited subscription, nibbling here, sampling there, feeling pretty free to check out whatever I want without bankrupting myself when I found an author that I’ve been gobbling like potato chips. First one, then another, then one that was a little weird, but… try again. I had to keep reading! Devyn Morgan is addictive.